Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.

I had made her so unhappy that she had developed a sense of humor. [-Rabo Karabekian]

As his dark closet shows, Bluebeard was a collector at heart, and even after dispatching a wife, could not let her fully depart.